I love purevolume. it make happy b.c i find new good lyrics. I no longer want the warmth of these next three months The reality of summer arriving.. spoils the best laid plans. let me help you, she said If you want you can spend all your time fretting about how guilty you feel and what you did to make me angry I loved the way your eyes looked like winter This marks the grave of everything I swore Id bury..but this tell tale heart under the floorboards is tearing me apart. As for our time, I loved every wasted minute of it. I realize youre dying to tell me something, just know Ill disregard it. So, open wide, give me advice and the opportunity to do all that I can to hate you. Im going to try to point the finger back at myself, but im looking in your black book, scratching out the names of all your friends whos secrets made your life important. Im sure you find it hard to remember their names anyway, but I do this to make sure you are lonely and it feels like you never met them. IT hurts more than anything to be in love and then proved wrong. It always seems that when we talk, Im using my heart, you talk using a knife.but Im the one drawing blood. How do those songs make something lonely sound so beautiful? And all the songs about being in love make my blood run cold.